Now our camp was one place where there was no large timber caused by the stream being dammed by the beaver.
Here were some of the real Russian Balsam trees, the most beautiful in shape I had ever seen.

They were very dark green, the boughs very thick, and the tree in shape like an inverted top.

Our lines of trips led for miles in every direction marked by blazed trees.

We made a trap of two poles, and chips which we split from the trees.

These were set in the snow and covered with brush, We sometimes found a porcupine in the top of a pine tree.